Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chanceWasn't cause of him it was cause of his man LanceFrankie cut crackLance hold the MacIf fiends fuck with Frankie's pac'sLance cut the crack heads blocked upThought he was locked upCame through stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked upShoulda seen him smile, missin' the toothCoupe missin' the roofHe like "What up, 50?"I'm like "What up with you"Lance had a reputation that was well earnedHeard he taught niggas how them shells burnOut there in Red FirmAt the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crackI'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"Niggas lookin' at me like I'm crazy, they shookI don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red HookAsked him about ????Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac forSeven grand (Fuckin' crazy)The man was crazy I could tell by his look'Cause he looked the way I lookWhen I look for a jooksBitch